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A SONG OF LEAVING AND RETURNING by Deborah Beach Giordano

Inspired by the experience of walking with those whose earthly lives are ending...

A Song of Leaving and Returning(dedicated to those whose lives are ending)by Deborah Beach GiordanoI am singing a new song to the Lord;a song that has been sung over and againthroughout the earth.I am singing gently, softly;blessing God,blessing my loved ones,and blessing my life.

I am singing a new song to the Lord;a song of gratitude,a song of joyful memories,a song of sorrow,a song of departure;there are no words, only music;a sweet, tender song I know quite well.

I am singing a new song to the Lord;a song of rejoicing,a song of thanksgiving,a song of strength and of courage,a song of leavingand of coming home;

I am singing a new song to the Lord;a song of power,of grandeur,of glorious majesty;it lifts me up:the whole world is set before me;and I see all life with brand new eyes;

I am singing, softly singing,a song that only the Lord and I can hear;a song that fills my heartand thrills my soul;it is the music of Creation,the lovesong of God;it is the song that calls me home.

I am singing, gently singing;all else has grown silent;there is no pain,no regrets,and no grief;the gates are thrown open,new voices join in;now the Song is singing me.

Deborah Beach Giordano:I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters. I live in beautiful Marin County, California, where I practice a ministry in Spiritual Direction and healing arts.

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